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[Casual] It go; gangsta-gangsta, thug, killa |
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I'm the black panther that shot the drug dealer |
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I live on the block, where dudes bust they knocks |
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Ride on top of the car, they crush they rocks |
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Niggaz hot in my fifths, to run from cops |
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See I'm a nigga too, so |
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I know how niggaz do |
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Keep it real, you should let that bullshit silence |
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You only been involved in domestic violence |
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Nigga, I chase rentals with |
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Long Islands |
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Catch us in the club, doing them long, wiling |
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The microphone marvelous, this |
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Marvin Haggler |
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It's so obvious, in the lobby, suave and dressed |
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Where the party is? |
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Round trip, flight to |
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LaGuardia |
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Nobody dodge, when we walk through the audience |
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Dolo, with more dough to blow though |
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For sure though, slide one deep in a four door |
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I'm poor though, catch me rocking a |
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Lisa Lobo |
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Bump yo ho, |
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I want more to the boatload [Tragedy Khadafi] |
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Your coat can't save your soul, but |
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I'm foe It's written in gold, hieroglyphic |
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Egyptian scroll |
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Streets I've been in, from the beginning |
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I'm a legend |
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Never flee up from my enemies, shots |
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I'm sending |
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Musical martyr like |
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John Lennon, from the beginning |
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Spit with a vengeance, semi-automatic weapon repping |
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Calm stop, warlock like |
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David Geffen |
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Blowin' ox', like oxygen, out of my nostrils |
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Seen brave men, fight for they honor and even die |
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Two gorgeous divas, blowing the heaters down the ride |
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To the, end of the earth, through hell, water and fire |
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Queens Messiah, camouflage black attire |
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Magnum opus, top five, dead or alive |
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The feds focus my militants, swervin' the lotus |
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Mossberg in the hostess, |
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I write it then release it |
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Then I, bless the street, giving birth to soldiers |
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Rolls gold, |
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King Tut piece, flooded with boulders |
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I praise Allah, make this a lot, facing the east |
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This is for them black and white babies, starving to eat, |
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Think Differently [Rock Marciano] |
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Poverty stricken, fried chicken, fly rhyme kicking |
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Blind visions from the mind's wisdom, in this crime religion |
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Niggaz listen, what |
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I'm spitting is hard as prison |
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Benches in the trenches, grym intentions, twin |
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Doberman pinchers |
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Leather trenches, lead drenches for brat endless |
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Gats eleven inches, ya neck slit it, your head spin it |
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The epidemic was spread infinite, so once the thread is knitted |
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For seven digits, it's just business, no disrespect intended |
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To he who feel offended, a beat down cannot be prevented |
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Big hit it, the game |
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I'm deep in it, until my |
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Yankee fitted |
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Switch three, be hanging niggaz, squeeze three eighty triggers |
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Used to fuck my babysitters, now |
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I whip Mercedes- |
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Benz' I stand alone, cause |
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I'm grown, for me to crush the |
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Walkman Gang lover supporter, of any sort, when |
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I'm New York |
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Rollin' for dolo, the |
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Willie Bobo gotta go bro |
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Word to Jo |
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Mo, the kid in the polo, got the world in a yo-yo |
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Your happy meal skills is still, no frills |
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Cook ckrills, sign deals, when you see me, just kneel |
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Or rocking mills, your hospital bill |
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Blood from your nostril spill, it's not looking well |
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When I lick off shots, the hostages yell |
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Chopper fell like ox tail, your optic's swell [Vordul Mega] |
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Ninjas with blades, raised from jungles of wolves |
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In hoods, where hammers bark and the tennis spark |
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Police on radar, so we stay fogged up |
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Puffin' blunts, sippin' |
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Goose, and damage |
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God Damn it's hard, but still, we gettin' by like rhino's |
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Ones that peel, crucified on the |
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Earth, for guns and needles |
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Nine inches, hurt, |
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I cause stitches, build |
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With Gods on track, suffering visible scars, it's hard to relax |
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Ready to spaz, no weed, thirst for cash, times moving fast |
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We like cheaters with masks, lighting cheeba and hash |
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Tryin' to balance the steps, screaming, we need freedom |
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Tired of bleeding, where ego's let out of evil |
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Town is of death, no time for weakness |
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Higher heights to reach, advance the concrete |
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With iron feet... |
